#personalities

The horses are all characters, all personalities. Some you get along with, some you don't, some might take a bit longer. ↗

— Zara Phillips

#bit #characters #get #horses #longer

The individual does actually carry on a double existence: one designed to serve his own purposes and another as a link in a chain, in which he serves against, or at any rate without, any volition of his own. ↗

— Sigmund Freud

#design

Indifference to me, is the epitome of all evil. ↗

— Elie Wiesel

#ayn-rand #evil #evil-men #objectivism #psychopathic-personalities

Personalities change when you least expect them ↗

— g m

#expected #least #personalities #change

If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation? ↗

— George Carlin

#kill

I'm always interested in trying to investigate different personalities. I want to keep myself guessing and keep the fear element alive, so that I don't get too comfortable. ↗

— Michael Fassbender

#always #comfortable #different #different personalities #element

But we talk about issues, we talk about people, we talk about personalities. George is a very good reader of people, and he's very perceptive about people, and you know, that's fine. ↗

— Laura Bush

#fine #george #good #issues #know

If you dream of something worth doing and then simply go to work on it and don't think anything of personalities, or emotional conflicts, or of money, or of family distractions; it is amazing how quickly you get through those 5,000 steps. ↗

— Edwin Land

#anything #conflicts #distractions #doing #dream

If guys don't respect themselves, they don't respect other people. That's times and personalities. And all of them are not that way. But it don't take but one or two to screw up the whole crowd. ↗

— Richard Petty

#guys #other #people #personalities #respect

We talk of strong personalities, and they are strong, until the not-every-day when we see them as we might see one woman alone in a desert, and know that all the strength we thought we knew was only courage, only her lone song echoing among the stones; and then at last when we have understood this and made up our minds to hear the song and admire its courage and its sweetness, we wait for the next note and it does not come. The last word, with its pure tone, echoes and fades and is gone, and we realize—only then—that we do not know what it was, that we have been too intent on the melody to hear even one word. We go then to find the singer, thinking she will be standing where we last saw her. There are only bones and sand and a few faded rags. ↗

— Gene Wolfe

#courage